Don't kill the weatherman,
They used to giggle and taunt,
Glancing all ways but to the man in question.
Don't kill the weatherman,
She used to snap and haunt,
The claws slicing through the air.
Don't kill the weatherman,
He used to chuckle and vaunt,
Flashing his badge with a self-satisfied grin.
But all throughout history,
They had forgotten the second line.
Because, my dears, you don't kill the weatherman-
The weather does that for you.